I was once hungry, not figuratively, like for success. But literally hungry for food.
The hunger drove me to explore the options of selling my belongings to fund my next meals. I’d never imagine that I’d ever fall to such a desperate state. I wasn’t living in a famine-strickened society, neither was I born in a deprived family. My dire situation was fully a result of my own irresponsible ways. In particular my naivety and ignorance.
I could remember bringing my pile of video game discs to the game shop, hoping to fetch a reasonable fee back. Each cost me on average $70. They offered me $1 back. At that instance, I was hit with the cold, stark truth. My prized possessions were indeed worthless.
When one is at a low, everything around him will also be low. This I can attest. Needless to say, my affinity with proper jobs was simply non-existent.
For the next few months, I was compelled to further let go of more stuff. However, the more I let go, the more truth I began to uncover. I realized that I was becoming happier. I began to feel a sense of relief. I began to feel lighter. I began to feel that the burden of everything I have piled on myself over the years, the stuff, the debt, the stress, etc., being lifted off me. Back then, being oblivious to minimalism, I couldn’t explain this phenomenon.
I started to scour the internet for answers and I chanced upon the term ‘minimalist’ It sounded too cool to me. In a way, I felt that I was undeserving of such a cool label. Nonetheless, the more I read, the more I was able to resonate with it.
4 years later, my life has been transformed with so much positivity. Looking back, I was led to minimalism through my predicaments. I found minimalism by chance, not choice. And as dramatic as it may sound, minimalism had indeed saved my life.